As Yin Li confronted the zombie, on the small path outside the gate of Villa 201, a petite zombie wearing a white dress and sporting neat bangs was also approaching the gate more and more rapidly.
Her staggering gait was somewhat cute, and occasionally she would smack her lips and mutter, "Hungry, hungry!"
Faced with such a little zombie, someone else might not bear to strike down.
Fortunately, the gatekeeper here was Li Qingming, who always treated everyone the same, young or old.
Just as he had done with the patients when Nan Yu Hospital opened, Li Qingming had been standing in front of the gate for some time, poised in a stance ready to swing his club at the ball, just waiting for this little zombie to blunder in.
At this moment, as the little zombie walked faster and drew closer, Li Qingming's grip on his club tightened, and his arm swung back, readying a deeper strike.
And it was at the moment the zombie stepped onto the villa's threshold.
Whoosh—
